You forget that since he’s a trained fighter, 007 has trained his genitalia to retract into hiding, like sumo wrestler’s do.
Just to clarify another point - I clicked the like button as a general appreciation of your last post Foxy. I hope that the fact that the button is a heart shape doesn’t give you the wrong idea regarding my feelings of seeing you in your speedos 
Ai generated ?
If you look at what is happening for earth in the next century, one
can easily accept the thought the Fat slobs will mostly disappear and
Lil guys/women looking like tail less squirrels today will survive to a
worse future.
Except for Barron,possibly?
So disappointing Dex…
Once there was chaos, and then there was order…the natural progression will be back to chaos Zac…
Progress is not infinite…it is followed by regression…
Stands to reason don’t it?
Mother earth doesn’t Give a Shat either!
We can make incredible choices but its all about Physical intelligence cause the iEternal immortal intelligence that exists in the Universe does not give a crap! It’s immortal and not physical !
If we are to survive for many immortal passages of time we have to be smarter than it is.
I agree Zac. I love nature and the wild things around me, we even give it a cozy name ‘Mother nature’ comparing it to our own mother who cares for us and has our wellbeing at heart…But the truth of the matter is…If you let your guard down it will kill you. Being a past fell runner and walker on the fells and moors, I have witnessed how quickly a pleasant walk or run can turn into a life threatening situation. And many people over the years have not been as lucky as I have, and have not lived to tell the tale…
You and you alone are responsible for your health and safety, despite what anyone says.
I think I have to admit my fit years are probably over now but when I did walk or ride solo in isolated country areas, one thing that would worry me was dogs. They are unpredictable, especially when with a few other dogs, as was sometimes the case. I once was surrounded by dogs while I was out walking but luckily, the owner appeared. It gave me a worrying moment or two.
When my brother and I used to ride is such areas, we often came across one particular dog. The owner seemed to let that dog off the lead just at the time we were passing that way. It really was out to bite without a doubt. One day, we saw the dog and owner in the distance, We armed ourselves with sticks and rode on. I think the owner saw us stop for the sticks and called the dog back. We didn’t see either again. Maybe it sounds a bit cruel but we had to protect ourselves somehow. What if it had been a child riding that way. Could easily have been.
Just before fate struck, I was thinking about carrying and audio or pepper spray deterrent, just in case.
Mart, this is true, a couple of years ago I was talking to someone at their front door, their pet dog was having a rant in the hallway, after a minute or so the dog made a break for it, ran behind me and nipped me just above the ankle, I told the owner what happened and his response was, “yes, he’s always doing that”, what an attitude from a dog owner.
I’ve been bitten a couple of times during my time as a postman, but the worst bite came while I was out training and ran past a farm. A collie sprang from nowhere and ran behind me, the next thing I know, he had sunk his teeth into the back of my thigh. The dog was later shot by the farmer after the police called round. Apparently he was old and had gotten bad tempered (the dog, not the farmer). The farm ran a riding school for youngsters, so the farmer was concerned for the kids and decided to put the dog down.
I completed my 13 mile training run with blood streaming down my leg, Mrs fox almost passed out when she saw the state of me.
There were other incidents concerning dogs, but that was the worst. I considered carrying some sort of weapon because, although I felt that I could handle one dog, two or more would be impossible to control, on my own and out in the country.
I would take a rural highway out to see my girlfriend on my HD.
The big white dog would always come running out, I would slow
down and then speed away from it. One night on the way home
It did that and I had to strong kick it to protect my leg. I never
saw that dog again. It was a bad fellow that didn’t like bikes.
I never go near the front door of my neighbor now. Their large
dog named Yogi rips up the door and the area around it if one
knocks or does the doorbell. I just leave whatever it is at the Step.
It hears my voice and understands no out in the yard so it’s basically territorial.
On one of my regular training runs out in the country I would pass a farm at a bend in the road…On hearing my arrival (running shoes slapping on the road) two dogs would speed down the lane from the farm and try to cut me off at the bend…They try to catch me, but once I get round the bend they go back to the farm. Sometimes they beat me to the bend and come up behind me snarling and baring their teeth. I have to stop running and face them, shouting at them keeps them at bay, they would bite me for sure if I kept on running. I gradually walk backwards, keeping my eyes on these two angry snarling hounds, until they get board and return to the farm.
It got more regular as I was getting older and not as fast and I regularly got beaten to the bend.
One day while in a philosophical sort of mood I thought I’d try a new tack…As the dogs came running out of the lane I stopped to face them. The smaller of the two dogs (about Jack Russell size) came up to me snarling and barking with bared teeth, the larger black dog (Labrador size) which usually came along for the ride, and was being egged on by the small dog, just stopped and watched.
I bent down and offered a hand with some soothing talk like…“Come on Boy” The small dog stopped barking and put his teeth away and gingerly started to approach. As he got close I stroked his head…He immediately calmed down, and the black dog came over too. I stroked and patted them both for several minutes until they turned and ran back to the farm…
That was the last time those dogs chased me, or even came out of the gate as I ran past…
Everyone needs a bit of love sometimes…Even wild dogs…
Now they look for another interest. Maybe Power chairs going past? … 
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I had a few ‘bad dog’ times when working. One occasion was when I had to find a house somewhere in a long country road. A house name was all I had. At last, I thought I’d found the right place. It had no name on it but, by a process of elimination, there was a good chance this was it.
I saw the home owners working in the back garden. As I walked towards them, there was a Dachshund attached to a stake by a length of heavy duty chain. The chain thickness seemed a bit over the top for such a little dog. It soon became apparent why this was.
“Excuse me” I shouted, “I’m looking for…” I never got any further than that. I’d made the mistake of standing within reach of the chained up dog. After its initial surprise the dog flew at me, the heavy chain didn’t impede the small dog’s speed all. It bit me on the hand between the thumb and forefinger and the blood started to drip. I hastily got out of range as the owner approached. I assured him the bite was only a scratch (drops of blood were on the patio now) and asked, “Are you Mr …?”
“Ah no they live next door” he replied.
“Oh…right…thanks…sorry to have troubled you” I said and made my way to the right address.
I’d been bitten for nothing and still had to go and carry out the repair on the TV. When out of earshot I began to mutter awful things about dogs, the job in general and the fact that some people never think about blokes like me who have to find their houses. The incident caused a trip to the doctors and an anti-tetanus jab.
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